Had an interesting evening yesterday. I went to one of those “wine and paint” classes. I’ve been many times but this one was different. Maybe it was the table of women I was sitting with – probably.
Normally I don’t mind or even pay attention to the fact that most everyone has a glass of wine in their space. I may cast a long, lingering look at the glass but that’s the extent of my desire. These women at this particular table seemed unable to talk about anything but their wine. “Oh, I couldn’t live without my glass of wine!” “Take away (fill in the blank) but don’t take my wine.” “I can’t imagine not having a glass of wine. . . ” “Let’s get another round” It’s not that I wanted to join in on their drink-fest, but the way they were talking about it was like their lives would not exist without wine. And it just bugged the hell out of me. I wanted them to shut the F&CK up. Drink away but don’t let me hear you say how you can’t live without your precious glass of wine. You have NO idea.
Plus, they weren’t very sociable — with me, anyway. Generally, all those around the table share and talk about stuff, and this group was in their own little click. Boo hoo – waa waa. It does sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself, doesn’t it? But when I think about it, this is one of the few ways for me to get out of the house and be among other people in a social setting. My time to not ‘be alone.’ I take the opportunity to interact and talk to people, and when they don’t respond in kind, it just sucks a little.
Ah, well. I survived. No harm no foul.
And, I got a painting to take home with me 🙂